Sulaiman: Mama, Ayub is funny!
Ayub: No, Ayub not funny.
Sulaiman: Yessss… Ayub is funny!
Ayub: NO Ayub not funny! Ayub not funny! Stop it Schlyman, Ayub not funny Ayub GOOD BOY!
(Ayub bursts into tears and wails incoherently)
Sulaiman: (laughing hysterically) Ayub is so funny.
Sulaiman: Ayub is naughty.
Ayub: No! Ayub not naughty!
Sulaiman: Ayub is SO naughty.
Ayub: No Ayub not naughty Ayub is good boy Ayub is good boy not naughty! Sulaiman is NAUGHTY!
Sulaiman: No. Ayub is naughty.
(Ayub bursts into tears and wails incoherently)
Sulaiman: Mama. Ayub is crying.
Ayub: Mama?
Me: Yes Ayub?
Ayub: I want a sword.
Me: No. I’m not getting you a sword.
Ayub: But I want a sword.
Me: You’ll end up hitting Sulaiman.
Ayub: But I want a sword.
Me: No. It’s dangerous.
Ayub pauses.
Ayub: Mama?
Me: Is this about the sword?
Ayub: Yes.
Me: Why do you need a sword?
Ayub: To kill zombies.
Walked into the bathroom this morning to discover Ayub had decided to find out how far up the wall he could urinate. Later while I was bathing Sulaiman, he paused, pooped on the floor, poked his fingers into the poop then wiped it into my hair saying, “dun touch mama! Poo poo yucky!”
Please can the next one be a girl puh-leeeeaaaaaze…
Sulaiman punches Ayub in the head for no reason.
Me: Sulaiman!
Sulaiman: what.
Me: you know what…
Sulaiman: (pauses) dun be so naughty schlyman.
Me: (trying to hide a smile) that’s right.
Sulaiman: shorry ayuut. (jumps around then runs away)
